Alright, so I was drunk as fuck, when I came across a couple having sex in the local park. They were doin their thing, so I decided to sit next to them. I got into the deepest conversation with the guy, and we continued to talk. He told me of magical things... But then I bitch-slapped him. "Magic is bull" I told him. He got all depress, and flew away in his hat, like a fool. I then continued to walk through the park, when the ground split. Thinking the world has come to an end I ran under a table. Bad idea, the table turned into the number 7, and chased me around the park. But being the math wiz I am, I multiplied him by 6. Which actually was a bad idea, making alot more 7's. Which in theory could implode the word. I would know, I invented that theory. I was lucky enough to have a calcualtor in my pocket, but then started to play games on it. I woke up in some room later on. Dazed, I looked around. I was in jail?! "How?!" I thought. Then I remembered, it was illigal to have a calculator out at 8:09 PM. I knew right then I was screwed. But then I walked home. ANd that was last night.